December 2, 2011

sirens

Sinuous web
Of caved thoughts
Sparked dust
Hiding in the black
Memory dripstones
Reaching skyward
Perceived freedom
By the blue sky
Or cloud movements
Still
Just thoughts
In dark shadows
Making the noise
Of sirens

3 comments:

skyraft said...

Excellent imagery and a great poem.

David Francis Barker said...

Love the imagery here. You've created a whole world in a few words.

Wayne McEvilly said...

Yes -
Wayne